This is a song about "Excuses shit"

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

What you wrote doesn't mean shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Excuses he can't ever form.

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

This rap was pretty shit,

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

And i got 'em every day, every day

You profusely make excuses to think away

"im not saying jack shit"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows